To Mother Nature...
We exist because you gave us that optimum environment for our evolution... And now that we have ruined a lot of you, just because we are running towards paper money and in the course of doing that we have deforested you, polluted the air and water you gave us.
Now that the wrong has been done and we need air purifiers and water purifiers for our survival, I want you to listen my mates
How she can properly conceive?
For all the pain she has received And her children's are the ones to deceive!
A pure heart is what she needs
When the warmth comes Alive and bliss breeds
She hopes for that dawn, for that deed
And then one day, she started loving herself
This too shall pass, but whatever we have lost will never come back. So this too, shouldn't just shall pass. This too shall enlighten us and this too shall make us beautiful.
Imperfection: took to the lonely gallows
Should I end this up?. The triumph swallows
Augment incitement for what?
Build a Family for what?
Made friends with a stranger
When present was endangered
Career weighted on troy
Irrespective of glee and joy
You look beautiful and sparkling
Or near at hand, it's just darkening But long-standing there is the veracity
What's gone?. It's the capacity!
When the abode was normal.
I never thought of conserving it, as I was a kid who was just getting to know this world. We used to hang out by the river which was just, half KM from my home. Water was crystal clear, we used to jump from a good height and it meant eternal. Then we used to go the sugarcane farm by the river to get some juice. It used to be a village or a town or maybe it never mattered because it was just what it was for us kids back then.
An age was coming and we were reaching adolescent and I realized that our river is getting little bit polluted but still it had all the charm for us. Back then the river seemed so far from my home even though being so near, as the area was cov...
Those curly hair
That unfinished makeup
That strap belt watch
The dress that doesn't fit
Still goes with her intellectual smile
Wants me to glance her for a while
This single serving dream
Bound with her elegant whim
Stay, astray or maybe talk
I used to define a beauty...
In this poem, whom I'll always stalk
Now I believe that there's no need of words
She speak of less,but means all the world
She sparkles in my heart and that magic is normal
Grand, elegant, fantabulous?..Nah..It's pretty formal
Whatever I wish, whatever I say...That all seems flat
'cause she always deserves more than that
Yes, I I've still got that vibe
For it to shelter and thrive
But they talk about caste and creed
And this ain't the righteous way we breed.
Maybe the bridge was not needed before or maybe people struggled to go on the other side of it. Maybe they had to take a path which was tedious or took more time and people realised that the connection has to be made.
This did took a lot of time to plan, design and to execute the manufacturing. This shouldn't have been easy. But once done, this was worth all the effort.
When I compare this with our lives, it seems that our life is also somewhat like this. There will be dreams and desires to fulfill. There will be bliss on the other side of it and all we gotta do is to make a connection to that. We gotta built a path strong enough just like this bridge.
This is more about ...
A man should cherish a woman who truly loves him. He should be above all the negativity that can harm the rleationship. Rahter than making things grand he should be normal and practical, just like someone would say "Whatever may be the situation, we are going to walk together through it".
And yeah "A woman who truly loves him", because I do believe that this world is beautiful and love is powerful .
We all have a heart which needs to be blossomed fruitfully and we are going to make a promise to ourselves that we will stay with only those people who adds all the fruit into it. This world can be shit sometimes and we are not gonna let our heart suffer the wrath of it.
When you know what's right and what's wrong for your body but still but you don't give any crap about it because you are lazy. You were also decent at studies because you could still study while being lazy in a bed holding a book and you now are kind of privileged because that's how "They have built this society" so you get everything by money and you can still be lazy.... "a maid", " the guy who bring you all the necessities you give a call to".
Sometimes my maid is like, "Sorry sir I came early today and disturbed your sleep" and by early it is 8 Am and I am all like, I know for sure that you woke up at 6 Am or even earlier than that ....did all your household work, made breakfast for ...
It was a hard Sunday
Just like that, time swayed away
Now she's a beautiful bride
Wearing all diamonds and pride
Sometimes I think that it's bad to live in the memories.
I do think that memories make a person mature, because memories of any "Life" has a starting, growing, maintenance and a phase of downfall and you can conclude all the positives, negatives, what exactly went wrong and what you could have done.
But deep down I am kind of crying because I never wanted to "make a living out of my memories". I wanted to make a living out of, "me not doing the same mistakes again and again" and yes, I have done a lot of them.
And....at the end of the day, I know that I can always make good poetry out of "Nostalgia" rather than a better life.
The reason behind all the writing i do....
"Whenever loneliness catches my nerves,
I am healed by my handcrafted words"
I am in love with all those late nights when I can't sleep and all I think about is, "motivating myself", "being strong", "taking the right decisions", "being a good person" and all those late night insomniac motivations have actually worked for me. They have been a part of my success and I want to acknowledge this moment, not just for the present "Amit" but most importantly for the future "Amit"..for that he'll know...
"There was a time when he was stronger than ever" and he needs to be that same person again. Once more and forever.
It's not about complaining, compromising or whining. It is just about managing things properly and doing the best to improve your current life.
There are lot of things I do, just for sake of that "Amit", who is mired in the beliefs of this society.
When you are all into writing, poetry, being metaphorical, especially when you are in love, you are unhappy because of unrequited love, you are struggling with your career or there's any other thing and there seems motivation in whatever you write. You write to express the love, express the pain, you write to redeem yourself and that really helps. There will come a time when you will realize that all that metaphorical effort actually did something magical.
Then there will come a time when you will stop thinking about being in love or even if you are you will stop making it grand. You will be settled in your career. Even if you are not contented with whatever you have you will stop making any...
She's so happy being in love
Seems cute, like a blissful Dove
This magical touch everyone wishes
Oh Love!, I'll shower you with kisses :*
We’re Just Unemployed
We thought it was our bad times
But still we saw that the sun shines
Everything is not destroyed
We’re just unemployed
No money for McDonald's and Disco
Even my Girlfriend wants to scatter
Is it my stagnation!?
Or she’s just an exploiter!
Be happy, there’s no need to worry
Demotivation and discouragement, we need to bury
This moment needs to be enjoyed
'Cause we’re just unemployed.
Well, It's kind of a crazy night. It's actually 3 AM in the morning and it's been raining here from 10 PM. The airs are magically drifting at high speeds. It's very rare to see this stuff happening in January. It was 1:30 PM yesterday when I washed all my dirty clothes and hanged them in my balcony to get them all dried up. After that, I came to my friend's house to celebrate this new year. We enjoyed a lot together. We went to a nice restaurant for lunch, watched the movie 'Captain Fantastic' and then played guitar. I am totally in awe of Anupam.. playing guitar. It is always so blissful to watch him playing 'Learning to Breathe' by 'Switchfoot'. I really love that song.
It's now 3:11 in th...
The last evening....
And the sun went down
I saw my soul ripped away
Crying in the need for bliss
Yeah!, the eternal kiss
Like The moon and one star
My soul astray that far
Nothing could I do
Fed up and tired too
Horrified, terrified, petrified
Most of all, paranoid
I sat and waited for the gloom
To live the end very soon...
Somewhere there's my soul.....
It's almost end of January. I can do nothing of all the time that went away. I still have most of it. There was this soul, who always wanted the best of everything. It has been missing and when I go deep down I can see him. I need to awaken it so that I can be me. The confident, cheerful and blissful me.
It seems to be little desolated now. I need to avenge
myself from my gloom. I need to be the best, I need to be me.
Carving a way out of this
All for the need for some bliss!
To all dreamers,
I work in a steel industry. My department is Steckel Mill. It comprises of rolling of steel to the desired thickness. One day I was watching the rolling process and it made me thinking that the steel may again go to the melting shop and regain it's shape. Then I compared that with my life.
The change in steel is temporary, but some changes are permanent i. e our lives. We cannot go back to our mother's womb and take birth again.
So what we need to do is, we need to make right decisions and we ought to be at a place where we really want to be with the people whom we really love. That will be true happiness.
Where the dreams have gone
In the depth of finding life
Things are scattered, diffused
Breaking the path of dreams
That's what reality screams
I was a happy, careless lad
Never knew to make things sad
Then I tried to redeem, to conquer
Those moments made me mad
I had faced the reality
It was a sad irrationality
Everything seemed so blurred
And I used to sing to myself
What a wonderful world...